• Roses are black;
    Blood is red.
    My heart is cold;
    His soul is dead.

    Darkness is beautiful
    Stillness is fine
    I look into his eyes
    And wish they were mine

    Death surrounds us.
    Can this be real?
    His eyes are dead;
    Grey like steel.

    I'm sobbing, now.
    His body's been laid.
    The tears are rolling.
    His debt's been paid.

    I love him.
    my one and only-
    Jeremiah.